User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20160611064645/@comment-3135907-20160612032059

Not to be defeated by dismality or stiff ceremony, the Norts Astertopp both began to belt out a roaring song, with Tall Nort providing backup in a piquant baritone:

"Frolicking rovers all!

A-venturing out from Old Redwall

To see the sights-


 * Aye, see the sights!

And sing the songs-


 * Arr, sing the songs!

To fight the fights-


 * Hoho, fight the fights!

And right some wrongs-


 * That's right, not wrong!

O rollicky lollicking, shambolic'ly frollicking

Never-a-caring, way-fair-a-faring, do-der-a-daring

Frollicking rovers all!

Sure, 'n we'll miss these drafty ole 'alls

An' fogey old frights-


 * Aye, fogey ol' frights!

An' petulant crabs-


 * Oh, petulant crabs!

'N their snoring all night-


 * Ooh tis aw-haw-hawful!

..."

"...Hoi. That's ain't 'ow it goes," Nortice interrupted the rumbustious choral roar of her twin.

"Well then," exclaimed Tall Nort, paws on hips, "How goes it, then?"

Nortie grinned wickedly and replied, "Oho, I'm ship-shape, thank ye fer the askin'."

"Wot- 'eyy, think yore clever, do ye?"

She nodded.

"I'll show ye clever!"

The two fell to argument and theatrics as, locked in their own world, they pranced and rolled about with energy far surpassing typical beasts of their youth.

In any light, it looked to be a grand day among many on the road ahead for the irrepressible Astertopps.